Little steps of darkness, and of light
Defend with me the liberties of day and mysteries of night
Maybe nothing lifeless, only now
Confess again the lovely of your lips and sadness of your brow, oh
Yellow morning, lonely nothing sound
Against my feet, will the air I breathe in play its boredom down
Play its boredom down
Defend with me the liberties of day and mysteries of night
Maybe nothing lifeless, only now
Confess again the lovely of your lips and sadness of your brow, oh
Yellow morning, lonely nothing sound
Against my feet, will the air I breathe in play its boredom down
Play its boredom down